"Broadway?"
Inside a villa on the Upper West Side, Wang Jian, wearing pajamas, sat on the sofa, staring blankly at a beautiful card.
Broadway and himself—there shouldn't be any connection, right…
Why would they send him an invitation to be a judge for their highest honors, the Tony Awards?
Of course, had it been an invitation to the Oscars or the Grammys, he might not have given it much thought.
After all, watching films or listening to pop songs at home is something he could do as pastime.
But the Tony Awards?
That required attending the theater and watching the performances live!
Not to mention, Broadway's decline had been increasingly evident since the nineties.
Just the thought of those operas made Wang Jian quite uninterested.
For him, this stuff was a bit too high-end.
"After all, I'd need to watch the nominated ten operas!"
Wang Jian pondered for a moment, then dialed Mr. Stephen King's number.